Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Just got back from partying in Corrales. Lovely meal and lovely wines.
With so many people going through horrible crises it seems presumptuous to rattle on about my minor issues. Of course, it's never minor to the person whose issue it is.
The doctor seems encouraged by the state of my leg and I don't have to continue taking drugs for it. I can stop lying about with it propped up but I'm supposed to keep wearing the [numerous and highly colorful deleted expletives] support hose, which I hate, hate, hate. (Ladies, rise up now and burn all your panty hose; it's not worth it!) We are moving ahead on other health fronts (such as an MRI on the knee that seems to be a mess of arthritis and possibly loose cartilage that always feels as though it goes in seven directions when I try movement with resistance). As my mother always said: growing old isn't for sissies.
Thanks for so many prayers and well wishes. Y'all are the best.
I'll try to catch up tomorrow (and I have at least a couple of new photos).
The pic above was taken on the California road trip. Why not indulge a bit of nostalgia after a family evening (even if it's my ex's family, it's still family)?